Isolde Ashworth transmigrated into a book, becoming the cannon-fodder heiress destined to throw money and her life away for the male and female leads. And now, during these politically turbulent times, her identity as a capitalist's daughter made her a walking target.
Isolde Ashworth sneered coldly: "Cannon fodder? I'm the heir to an ancient martial arts family and a metaphysics grandmaster, and you expect me to be cannon fodder?"
She swiftly dealt with her fiancé who had hooked up with her cousin—emptied the scumbag's family assets, sent the pair off to reeducation through labor in Northeast China in one fell swoop, and conveniently tossed in her maternal uncle's family who'd tried to swallow up her inheritance as well.
Then, carrying her spatial pocket, she turned around and went to the military compound to seek refuge with the scumbag's uncle—that notoriously unmarriageable bachelor famous throughout the entire army, Sebastian Whitmore.
Sebastian Whitmore was ascetic and sharp-tongued; the whole military district was betting on whether he'd ever manage to get married in this lifetime.
Then one day, a girl came knocking on his door, hands on her hips, accusing him right off the bat: "Your nephew cheated on me—you have to take responsibility!"
Sebastian Whitmore looked down at the girl who barely reached his chest: "...Who told you to come?"
Isolde Ashworth answered with perfect confidence: "Your mother!"
Later, the entire military district discovered that Chief Whitmore had changed.
That sharp-tongued man who used to frown at the sight of women was now running to the family quarters every single day.
When someone asked where he was going, he replied without batting an eye: "My wife is throwing a tantrum again; I'm going back to coax her."
Everyone exchanged bewildered glances: What happened to his supposed gynophobia??
